Chapter 1: Just Another Day
In a dimly lit, cramped room, the quiet was broken only by the steady sound of breathing.
Snore
A young man lay sprawled on a modest bed, his face calm and serene, lost in the world of dreams, when suddenly—
BeepBeepBeep
The alarm clock next to him blared, its sharp tone slicing through the tranquility.
"Ughh..."
The young man groaned in irritation, fumbling to silence the device. His blurry eyes squinted at the time—it was 6 a.m. already.
"Time to get up," he muttered groggily, rubbing his eyes as he swung his legs off the bed. His feet hit the cool wooden floor, sending a shiver up his spine. Reluctantly, he stumbled to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, he emerged, droplets of water clinging to his half-naked body. A simple white towel hung loosely around his waist, his skin still damp from the refreshing shower. He stretched lazily, his muscles protesting the early morning wake-up call.
"Haah... that felt nice."
He wandered over to his wardrobe, the doors creaking as he opened them. Inside, rows of neatly folded clothes greeted him—every piece either black or white, devoid of variety. He ran a hand through his still-wet hair.